Open Poetry #25 |
Burning. |
DarkSide_Blues Junior Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 41Fl, Usa. |
Burning. Deadly are mine eyes a blazing, Hazing lost in sorrow, Soulless life is dually fading, Shall be no longer, come the morrow. Hollow is that tainted soul, Thine mind a sheltered fire, Dreadful be that bleakened hole, Such brilliant fire, lost in ire. Whom hath painted my creation, Painter such a sullen man, Lined thine path with obligation, Gave a soul, when you need a hand. ~DarkSide Blues. |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I really liked the feel of this one |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Stephen - nice writing - liked your reference to your creator - as if in you are the canvass - nicely done xxoo |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
wont let this piece fall |
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DarkSide_Blues Junior Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 41Fl, Usa. |
Thank ya'll very much! ^_^ |
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